The cheering slowly died down as the owner of the bar raised his hand to get the attention of the crowd. "Let me start off by saying this competition was close. Had it not been for one unlucky shot, we would have had a different winner. Now all the bets have been paid off, except one, after it's paid, the bidding will begin. So with out further ado I direct your attention to the center table." He said with a fake Irish accent and pointed to middle of the bar where the looser of the tournament stood on a wide table top. The owner pressed a button on the remote he held in his hand. Seconds later the first strands of the chicken dance began.
Once the looser had reached a solid rhythm for the dance the first words began. "Take me out to the ballgame . . . Take me out to the crowd. . ." Dean belted out loudly singing his heart out, his arms flapping wildly.
Destiny stood by the table snickering softly that had almost been her on the table. Dean had missed the shot before and that allowed her to sink the eight ball and secure a victory. "Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks . . . I don't care if I never get back. . ." the song continued. He sure knows how to shake it and he doesn't sound half bad either Destiny thought smiling to herself her mind wandering to what she was going to do once the spectacle was over.
Sam heard the cheering die down and looked over to the pool tables to see what was going on. He listened as the owner of the bar made his announcement. He hadn't noticed anyone standing on the table in the center of the room until it was pointed out. He suddenly wished he hadn't looked; his brother was standing on the table looking a little uncomfortable. What did you get yourself into this time Dean? He thought to himself.
Sam stared in disbelief as he watched his brother start doing the chicken dance. When Dean began singing, Sam suddenly wanted a hole in the earth to open up and swallow him. After this there was no way he was going to admit knowing him, let alone that they were related. He sank down in his chair his cheeks tinged red with embarrassment for his brother, it was like a train wreck he couldn't tear his eyes away from. A thought dawned on him that he struggled with for a moment. It was too perfect. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, in moments he had several pictures of Dean on the table as well as some audio of him singing. If Dean ever decided to start a prank war again he had ample ammunition. He put the cell phone back in his pocket and settled in to watch the rest.
Serenity came out from the back room just as the music begun. She had heard the owner make his announcement, but she hadn't paid any attention. His fake Irsih accent that he used for St. Patrick's Day really bugged her, but she would tolerate it a little bit longer. When a tenor voice begun to warble out "Take Me Out to the Ball Game," she looked up to see Destiny's opponent standing on a table in the center of the bar, singing at the top of his lungs. Destiny had seated herself off to the side at one the tables closest to the bar, looking exceptionally smug. Serenity knew she would never hear the end of this bet, from any one who knew Destiny was her room mate. She instantly ran back into the back room to hide, where no one could see her embarrassment. She looked at her watch; she still had twenty five minutes until she was off. It would be the longest twenty five minutes of her life. Then one of the bartenders called to her, "Hey Sera, what are you doing back there? You're missing all the fun!" Time to go face the music she thought emerging from her hiding spot and heading out to the pool tables.
The song ended and the bar filled with cheers and cries for an encore. Once again the owner stepped forward motioning for Dean to remain on the table. "Ladies and Gentlemen, ok, more like ladies, guys just hang tight for a moment." He amended before continuing. "With all debts now paid off, the bidding on tonight's bachelor will now begin. Please remember all proceeds from the auction will benefit the children's hospital so dig deep in those pockets." The owner clicked the button again on the remote in his had and the song "I'm Too Sexy" came on the jukebox. "Now, do I hear one hundred dollars?" A fierce bidding war had begun.
Fifteen minutes later the war was still going Dean was valued at just over a thousand dollars. The price was slowly going up dollar by dollar. He stood on the table striking poses and eating up the attention. Getting bored and wanting to move on with the night, Destiny jumped up onto the table she was seated at. The table rocked slightly under her but she quickly regained her balance. "Two thousand dollars!" She shouted over the noise holding up a pile of bills. Serenity would probably kill her for this but she would deal with her later. Tonight she had one thing on her mind and that was to have fun.
The roar in the room suddenly ceased and everything was quiet. If weren't for the music blaring on the jukebox, one could hear a pin drop. All eyes were fixed on her. Now that I have your attention Destiny thought eyeing Dean with her mischievous smile. "Do I hear two thousand and one?" The owner asked with his fake accent. Not a sound or movement was made. "Two thousand going once . . . two thousand going twice . . . two thousand going three times . . . Sold! To the sassy pool shark." The owner watched as Destiny batted her eye lashes and smiled. He motioned for Dean to get off the table, he then turned to Dean. "Good luck on your date."
"Thanks, I guess." Dean replied a bit confused.
The owner looked at him "trust me you're gonna need it. I've seen her reduce the most macho men into emotional wrecks." He finished with a sigh.
"I think I can handle it," Dean replied confidently.
"Your funeral kid," the owner replied, then walked away.
Resisting the urge to show off any further, Destiny scrambled off the table nearly knocking it over in the process. "Stupid table," she muttered under her breath making her way over to Dean who still stood by the table. Their eyes locked as she approached, her body instinctively avoiding obstacles in her path. "Just so you know I did this for the children's hospital, not for you. No offence, but the whole date thing isn't going to happen. I just don't do dates." She blurted as soon as she reached Dean.
Dean raised an eyebrow "You're the one who paid for a date and you want to back out?" he asked, a little confused at the turn of events. From what he had managed to find out it just wasn't her style to back out of things.
"I guess that didn't come out exactly right. How about we settle for a dance and see where it goes from there?" Destiny amended, holding out her hand as a peace offering. Tact had never been one of her strong attributes.
Dean took hold of her hand "Sounds good to me." He replied leading them out to the dance floor where a slow song was playing. Dean spun Destiny around then gently placed his arms around her pulling her in tight. She rested her head lightly on his chest the fabric from his shirt tickled her cheek. "You seem to have quite the reputation around here," Dean said trying to get a conversation going. He felt Destiny stiffen in his arms. He tried to think of a way to back track, but his mind was blank.Sam nervously looked over at the table where the vampires sat. They were busy being loud and boisterous and harassing the other patrons around where they sat. Though they were being rowdy, so far they hadn't hurt anybody. Sam then looked back over at the pool tables to see if he could spot Dean among the crowd as it erupted into cheers again and found him easily enough. Dean was busy dancing with the girl in the mini skirt, who had just bought him for a date for the evening. Sam would have to wait until the song was done.
"Yeah about that, it's a lot of overrated hype, most of its not true. I guess I just got stuck with a bad publicist," She replied, with humor in her voice.
"You know, I think I got stuck with the same one," He chuckled. They fell into a comfortable silence their bodies moving to the music. The end of the song was nearing, and Dean wasn't sure he was ready to let go. He had to do something before the song ended and she walked away. Dean leaned down to Destiny's ear and whispered. "I would like to find out for myself where the publicist went wrong. Would you like to go somewhere where we can talk?" The words were out of his mouth before he realized how awful that sounded. Destiny pulled out of his arms and he was just about to give in to the urge to smack himself in the head when she grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar.
The song Cotton Eyed Joe came on the jukebox and a couple of the other waitress jumped up on the bar and begun to dance. "Sera, come on!" one of them yelled motioning for her to hurry. Serenity raced out of the crowd around the pool tables and towards the bar jumped up on it. She began dancing right along side the other waitresses with out missing a beat. It was a cross between country line dancing and hip hop and very fun to watch. Half the crowd from the pool tables turned to watch the show while the rest of the patrons clapped to the beat.
Sam turned his attention back to Serenity on the bar. She was definitely a very talented dancer he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. Sam decided it would be best to just enjoy the show as they were now in a Rockette Kick Line. The song ended with them turning in an angle and jumping up and landing in the splits. This had been clearly practiced many times to get it right so that they landed with their legs on the bar and not hanging over. The crowd cheered as the waitresses all got up and bowed, all laughing and carrying on as they jumped down.